The Pool Party Where I Was the Only Man

Renata was the kind of girl who should not have existed in a calculus classroom. Brown hair, straight, very long, and a body that seemed designed to ruin anyone’s concentration. But what was really intimidating wasn’t her curves or the way her neckline always seemed a little crooked on purpose. It was her eyebrows. She had a predator’s stare, the stare of an animal deciding whether you’re worth hunting. Almost no guy in the faculty approached her. I think we all sensed we’d lose.

I sat behind her in the eight o’clock class, which was both a reward and a torture. I spent the hour trying to follow the professor and failing, because her shampoo smelled like coconut and something else I didn’t know how to name, and because every time she bent over her notebook her back outlined itself beneath her blouse.

The day of the first midterm, the universe threw me a bone. Renata was nervous, which was rare for her, and halfway through the exam she started discreetly signaling me toward her sheet. Everyone knew math was the only thing I was good at. I whispered the answers to her with my mouth almost closed, feeling like my heart was going to burst.

—You saved me —she said on the way out, tucking the pen into her bun—. What’s your name?

We’d been in the same program for two years and she didn’t know my name.

—Bruno —I answered.

—Bruno. I’m throwing a party at my place tomorrow. You should come.

—Sounds good —I said, pretending to be calmer than I was.

—It’s by the pool. Bring a swimsuit.

***

The house was in the suburbs, one of those places with a high wall and a gate left half open. Music was playing and I could hear a murmur of voices. I pushed the door open and crossed the hall toward the patio, mentally rehearsing something clever to say.

I didn’t say anything. I stopped in the doorway, dumbstruck.

There were about fifteen girls. All in swimsuits, all spectacular, spread out between the loungers and the edge of the pool. And not a single man. Under any other circumstances I would have thought I’d died and arrived in some very specific version of paradise. Instead, I felt a chill at the back of my neck. Something didn’t fit.

—Bruno, you came! —Renata approached in a white bikini that made her look even more dangerous.

—Hi… how’s it going? —I asked, and my voice came out half an octave higher than usual.

—Tanning. Come, I’ll introduce you. —She hooked her arm through mine and pressed it against her side. I felt the soft weight of her breast against my elbow and forgot how to breathe.

—Did the stripper arrive yet? —one girl shouted from the pool, and everyone burst out laughing.

—He’s Bruno, he helped me on the midterm, so I invited him —Renata explained, not letting go of me.

—The party was girls-only —protested a redhead with a sour expression.

—This is more fun. And it’s my house.

Someone put a cold drink in my hand. I took small sips while sitting on the edge of a lounger, surrounded by Renata and seven or eight of her friends. They talked about their boyfriends, their exes, about a guy who had sent one of them a photo.

—I swear it looked like a newborn’s —the girl said, searching her phone—. Look.

The phone went from hand to hand amid shrieks and cruel comments. I smiled just enough not to seem bitter, praying the conversation would move along.

It didn’t move along.

—And how big is your dick, Bruno? —asked a light-eyed brunette, resting her chin on her hand.

Every gaze fell on me at once. I felt sweat breaking out along my back.

—Well… average, I guess —I mumbled.

—Translation: it’s small —said another, and everyone laughed.

—Come on, don’t be mean, you’ll scare him off —Renata cut in. But she wasn’t defending me. She said it with a sideways smile, like someone stroking an animal before the injection.

—Then let him show it to us. Let him take his cock out and let us see it.

—Yeah, yeah, yeah! —several of them started chanting, pounding on the loungers.

I shook my head, smiling with a stiffness that hurt. Hang on. They’ll get bored. And, in fact, after a while of insisting they lost interest and went back to their conversations. I sank back into the lounger, put on the sunglasses I had in my pocket, and breathed.

That was my mistake.

Hidden behind the dark lenses, I let my gaze wander. And not a single girl wasn’t beautiful. Tanned skin, pale skin, backs shining with suntan oil, round asses peeking out with every movement, breasts swaying when they laughed, nipples standing hard beneath wet fabric. I saw the redhead raise her arms to tie up her hair and her breasts lift completely, two heavy globes packed into a tiny triangle. I saw the light-eyed brunette come out of the pool with her bikini clinging to her, the line of her ass drawn centimeter by centimeter beneath the soaked fabric. I started feeling a heat that had nothing to do with the sun. By the time I wanted to stop it, it was too late: I had a brutal erection, my cock hard against the swimsuit fabric like a tent, the tip showing and a dark stain of pre-cum beginning to appear.

I sat up abruptly, trying to hide it, hunched over, with the glass on my lap. The more I thought about making it go down, the harder it got. My cock throbbed, swollen, pressing against the seam, demanding to come out.

—Bruno, will you help me move the speaker? It weighs a ton —Renata was standing in front of me, tilting her head.

—Yeah, in a minute —I said, not moving.

—Are you busy or something? —she asked, amused.

—I’ll finish my drink and then I’ll help.

—Your glass is empty.

Those three words sealed my fate. She lowered her gaze. And then raised it slowly, eyes narrowed, focusing on the obscene bulge marking my swimsuit.

—HE’S HARD! —one girl shrieked.

The entire patio went crazy. The girls in the pool leaned over the edge, the ones on the loungers stood up, someone turned off the music so the laughter would carry better.

—Bruno got hard! Look at it, he’s going to rip his swimsuit!

Renata wasn’t laughing like the others. She was looking at me with almost clinical curiosity, head tilted, as if studying a discovery.

—And it’s small too —the redhead pointed out.

Several of them lunged at me, grabbed my wrists, and yanked me up from the lounger. I felt hands everywhere, someone slapped my chest, another girl tugged at the waistband of my swimsuit and pulled it down on one side until the base of my cock peeked out, all of them shouting at once.

—Throw him in the water and see if it goes down! —one suggested.

They half-carried me, some by the shoulders, others by the ankles, and threw me into the pool. I sank and stayed under as long as possible, wishing I never had to surface again. When I finally came up for air, I heard splashes: they were all getting in too. And strange as it sounds, I stopped feeling quite so exposed. Diluted among so many bodies, my humiliation seemed lighter.

—Is it down yet, pervert? —Renata asked, swimming toward me.

—Yeah, sorry.

—Let’s check whether you’re telling the truth —said the brunette from before.

Three or four hands searched for me under the water. One grabbed my whole cock, another my balls, another slipped fingers under my swimsuit and squeezed my ass. They started groping me in turns, laughing, comparing out loud.

—It’s rock hard —one said, moving her fist up and down with my cock trapped inside it.

—Let me. —Another hand pushed the first one aside and started again, slower, adjusting the pressure until a gasp escaped me—. Ooh, he likes it.

—Aw, no, this pervert is going to cum in the pool.

They pulled away laughing, leaving me trembling, my cock throbbing under the water and my legs weak. Renata came closer, very slowly, and under the water she ran one finger along the entire underside of my cock, from my balls to the tip, as if tracing the route of something she already considered hers.

***

Renata suggested we play Marco Polo and that I should be the first seeker. I agreed, relieved by the change of subject. Since they had thrown me in fully dressed, I took advantage of it to pull off my soaked T-shirt and toss it to the edge.

—Let him play naked! —one girl shouted.

I shook my head, laughing nervously.

—Come on, don’t be such a killjoy. You already got hard in front of all of us, what difference does it make? —another insisted.

—I can’t.

—Or is your dick really small? —Renata said, teasing me.

—No. I just don’t want to.

She slid over until she was a breath away and spoke in my ear, so softly only I could hear her.

—Do you take it off yourself, or do we take it off for you?

I swallowed. And then the unexpected happened: one of the girls announced “us too,” and within seconds they started undoing their bikinis and leaving them floating at the edge. I couldn’t believe it. Breasts everywhere, pink nipples, dark nipples, nipples puckered hard by the cool water, naked asses appearing whenever someone turned around. The redhead had the biggest breasts I had ever seen, two heavy ones with huge areolas, floating half above the surface. The brunette had a neatly shaved pussy, visible for a second when she jumped into the water. Hysterical laughter everywhere.

I was supposed to take off my swimsuit, but the spectacle had me frozen, my cock hard again, hard enough to hurt.

—Bruno didn’t take anything off! —Renata tattled.

—Strip him!

The stampede returned. Hands on my arms, on my shoulders, someone yanking my swimsuit down until it gave way and disappeared under the water. I was left completely naked in the middle of a circle of naked girls too, feeling fingers brush me, fighting to get to me under the surface, one hand giving way to another. Someone was jerking me off with a full fist around my cock while another caressed my balls with the pads of her fingers. I felt a mouth brush my shoulder, hard nipples flatten against my back, a pussy rubbing shamelessly against my leg. Someone slipped a finger between my ass cheeks and made me jump. Another girl cupped my balls in her whole palm and weighed them as if she were buying fruit. It was humiliating and delirious at the same time. I could barely see anything through the churning water, only flashes of skin, breasts rising and sinking, and the outline of bodies pressing against mine as they passed. I was so aroused that my only comfort was thinking that if I came in there, no one would notice.

—All right, girls, let’s play —Renata ordered, still stroking me under the water, her hand clenched firmly around my cock, moving up and down slowly—. Bruno’s it. Someone cover his eyes.

A small towel was tied over my head and the game began. I shouted “Marco” and a chorus answered “Polo” from all directions. I moved around blindly, arms outstretched, and never caught anyone. I felt pinches on my back, a hand squeezing my balls for a second and vanishing before I could react, fingers circling my cock and giving it two dry little tugs before disappearing. Until I heard one girl very close by, far too confident. I lunged and caught her around the waist.

The body slipped through my arms, soaked, soft, impossible to hold on to. I pulled her close and felt my cock jam between her thighs, sliding over wet skin until it wedged for an instant between the lips of her pussy. She let out a sharp gasp she couldn’t hide. I took advantage of the “game” to slide my hands over her stomach, over her breasts, trapping her nipples between my fingers and pinching them until they turned hard as stones. I took one hand down her belly and found her pussy; it was hot even under the water, and when I parted her lips with two fingers and rubbed her clit, she jerked and pressed against me. The girls shrieked.

—I caught her! —I shouted.

She turned around. I felt her mouth seeking mine, her tongue sliding all the way in, hers and mine tangling with saliva and water. Her hand dropped to my crotch and wrapped around my cock, closing her fist firmly. I thought she was going to keep jerking me off, that she was going to lower herself a little and take it in. Instead she squeezed my balls brutally, so hard I let out a strangled cry and opened my arms. By the time I recovered, she had already escaped.

—I squeezed his balls! —she crowed, and everyone roared with laughter along with her.

The pool was huge. I kept searching, but fewer and fewer voices answered, and the water grew silent. I was beginning to suspect I was playing alone.

—Polo —said Renata, very close, in a calm voice that gave no hint of escape.

I went toward her. Her hand took mine, without hiding it this time, her palm closed around my whole cock, and guided me to a shallow area. She made me sit on the step and settled beside me.

—No one’s playing anymore, right? —I asked, taking the towel off my eyes.

—No. They got bored. Relax for a bit.

The light blinded me for a moment. When I focused, I got a surprise: Renata was wearing her bikini again. I looked around. They were all dressed again. I searched the edges for my swimsuit and couldn’t find it. Or my T-shirt.

—Who has my swimsuit? —I asked, confused.

—Don’t worry about that —she said, resting a hand on my thigh—. You look good like this.

—But everyone got dressed…

—We’re decent girls. What happened before was a moment of madness. —She smiled, and her hand began to rise—. You’re an exception. You don’t need a swimsuit.

Her hand reached me and closed around my cock, still hard, still throbbing under the water. She started stroking me, slowly, looking straight ahead as if she enjoyed the sun more than me. She pumped her fist up and down patiently, sometimes stopping at the tip to circle her thumb over the swollen head. She pulled a groan out of me so deep it broke in my throat.

—Shhh —she whispered—. Don’t let the girls hear you moan like a little girl, or they’ll come back.

She sped up. With her other hand she took my balls and squeezed them with obscene precision, not too soft and not too hard, the exact pressure to make them heavy and tight in her palm. She jerked me off expertly, closing and loosening her fist with every stroke, twisting her wrist just a little at the tip like someone screwing on a cap. I couldn’t think. My breathing kept slipping away. The water trembled around my waist from the movement of her arm.

—Look at me —she ordered.

I lifted my face and found that predator’s stare drilled into mine, all while she kept jerking me off without changing the rhythm. She was close, very close, when she stood in front of me, stepped between my knees, and kissed me as she leaned in, never stopping her hand. Her tongue slid into my mouth slowly and then harder, while her fist went up and down firmer every time, faster every time, with a wetness that was no longer just water but the pre-cum spilling from the tip and running between her fingers. With her other hand she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to kiss me better, bite my lip, suck my neck.

—Come in my hand —she murmured against my ear—. Come, jerkoff. Give it all to me.

Me, seated, her standing over me, had the clearest sense that I belonged to her. That she was the one deciding whether what came next would be pleasure, pain, or shame. And that idea, instead of scaring me, took me to the edge. I gripped her waist, felt my balls contract, and exploded in an orgasm that tightened my whole body. My cum shot out in thick spurts, one after another; the first splashed her stomach below the bikini, the rest vanished into the water between us. She didn’t let go. She kept moving her hand, milking me to the last drop, wringing out two, three more spasms that made me moan uncontrollably while she kept squeezing my balls with her other hand.

—You came, right? —she said, satisfied, as she let go and calmly wiped the semen from her fingers against my own thigh.

—Yeah…

—Great. Let’s get out of here. —She said it as if she had only been waiting for that to move on to her next plan.

—And my swimsuit?

—I already told you, you don’t need it. Come like this.

—I can’t. Everyone’s going to see me.

—They already saw everything. And you were already naked in the pool with us.

—That’s different. They’re dressed now.

I resisted. Renata yanked my arm and I leaned back. She lost patience quickly. She grabbed my balls again, not hard enough to drop me, but enough to erase any resistance, and led me up the step. Every time I tried to stop, I felt the pull. I had two options: walk out of the water naked, or let her rip away what I was holding on to.

As if my will had been left at the bottom of the pool, I let myself be led. We walked along the stone path toward the loungers. Renata moved ahead without hesitating, sure of herself, not looking back at me, displaying me like an exotic animal she had just tamed. I followed behind her with my cock still half softening, hanging heavy, red, wet, dripping water and the remains of my own cum down my thighs.

—Look! —one girl shouted halfway there, and they all turned at once.

The laughter hit me before the looks did. When we arrived, Renata finally let go of me. Fifteen pairs of eyes fell on me. I covered myself by instinct, and she swatted my hands away.

—Don’t cover yourself. We’ve all seen it already. If you hide it, we’ll tie your arms behind your back and take turns jerking you off until you’re dry. Right, girls?

—YEAH! —they chorused.

—It’s your decision whether you have a good time with us or a bad one —the redhead added, sweetly venomous, running a finger over the soft tip of my cock and taking the rest of the semen stuck to her finger into her mouth—. Salty. Tasty.

—And you’re not getting your swimsuit back. You’re going home like that.

I slowly lowered my hands, until my arms were at my sides. The girls wouldn’t take their eyes off me, commenting, judging, laughing under their breath. The light-eyed brunette came closer, crouched in front of me, and took my cock between two fingers, like someone inspecting something under a microscope, lifting it so the others could see my balls underneath. Another girl ran her hand over my naked ass as she passed behind me. I had thought the erection on the lounger was the most humiliating moment of my life. How wrong I was.

—All right, stop bothering Bruno —Renata said, and for a second I thought she would defend me. Then she took me again, this time gently, closing her fist around my cock, which was already recovering, and shaking it in the air a couple of times in front of everyone, marking her ownership—. At least he had the guts to stay. And now he’s ours for the rest of the afternoon.

What was strange was that, somewhere between the water and the stone path, I had stopped wanting to escape.